this morning #263.

this morning, he took a second, did a 180, walked the twelve steps to the other side of his apartment & turned back to the canvas before him. through the dim light of the pale morning sun, a jagged twenty-foot monstrosity stared back at him. they had spent the last eleven months together, as he took his sweet time considering all the ways to transform it into something worth considering. now their time together was over. what he had landed on was something dark & full of terror, due to his game of thrones bingeing. it showed in the wide swatches of dark-reds thrown across its surface. there was a definite anger to it, the kind of anger that wall street bros pay thousands for.